The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 1356

Presley gave Dane a quick once-over before settling back into his chair, his expression calm and collected. "What's up? Why did you want to see me?" he asked, casually.

"Nothing major, just brewed up a new batch of medicine and thought you might want to take a look," Dane replied, bending down to gather the shattered pieces of a coffee cup from the floor.

Presley wasn't really in the mood, but watching Dane's careful cleanup, he managed to keep his impatience in check. "Maybe another time."

Dane nodded and tossed the broken pieces into a nearby trash bin. "I just bumped into Devon and the others outside," he mentioned.

At the sound of Devon's name, a flicker of annoyance passed over Presley's face. "People who don't know their place," he muttered with a scoff.

"What's his deal?" Dane asked, pretending to be puzzled.

Presley rubbed his temples, silent for a moment. Dane stood there, unsure if he should break the silence.

Finally, Presley dropped his hand, focusing on Dane. "Oh yeah, didn't you say Mirabella and your dad are pretty close?"

question but nodded.

he continued, "So, do you think she'd hand over the recipe for that ancient medicine if your dad

"Wait,

his intent, looking at Dane directly. "Just tell

Devon headed downstairs. Grant was waiting in the lobby and approached them as they stepped out

guilty, Grant avoided Mirabella's eyes, speaking softly, "Ms. Mirabella, I hope Presley didn't give you too much

a cool glance but didn't respond. Devon, however, chimed in, "Grant, I thought you had

checked in

in Presley's pocket. But reality

gave a bitter chuckle

his pocket

with a nod, he

the medicine bottle, frowned.